It is an inspiring place to write, perhaps because here, the similes come so easily.

A simile is a figure of speech that compares two different things, usually using the words like, as, if or than.

For example: Her questions were like a Delaware Valley drug test — without suspicion but invasive.

Here are a few other examples of similes with a Pike County twist:

His hair is longer than the drive-through line at Taco Bell.

I like tacos as much as the next person, but the enthusiasm for the new restaurant on Route 6/209 has surprised many. Folks have waited as long as 45 minutes. Word on the street is many future patrons are waiting for the excitement to die down before heading there for a nacho supreme.

The facts in this term paper are as shaky as the Pond Eddy Bridge in a hurricane.

The old one-laner slated for replacement is undergoing three weeks of repairs. After repairs, the bridge will still be shakier than Pike County's recycling plan.

That sermon was as tedious as driving behind someone going just under the speed limit on Route 209 through the Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area.

OK, that one is pretty wordy, but it speaks to the frustration of commuters. So few places to pass and no good place to ditch off the route. If you are the slowpoke in front of a long line of cars, no one will be mad if you pull over, look for some wildlife and let the impatient line pass. Your scenic vacation drive may be making someone late for work.

The cruise was as fun as a Westfall tax.

This one makes me wonder: If the new Westfall "fun tax" is imposed on ticket holders and they don't end up having fun at an event, do they still have to pay the tax? Maybe there should be a "rotten time refund."

The dog had so many fleas crawling on his ear that they looked like cars in the Westfall Wal-Mart parking lot on a Saturday morning.

Nothing to do? Let's go to Wal-Mart. Oh. Everyone else had the same idea.

How about a little romance? Let's take some local similes and make a short story:

Sally would cross the border to feed her addiction to his love. His kisses were like a Matamoras cigarette store: plentiful, smoky and cheap. But his heart was like Childs Park, still under construction and closed too long. She knew it would only last as long as the ice rink in Milford Park.